earned it | the weeknd

six

Abel

"Well?" the motherfucker Jesse asks through gritted teeth as he wriggles his tied up hands around.

I just stare at him with a cold expression, while Aurora tenses up beside me.

Looking at her from the corner of my eye, I can see that there's a worried expression on her face.

"Why don't you fucking answer me?!" he screams, causing my eyes to find his again.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" I hiss and Aurora stiffens beside me. I turn to look at her. "You should go upstairs, Rora."

Aurora's lips part and she looks at me, clearly wanting to argue. She grabs my hand and pulls me out the living room, slamming the door shut and blocking out the sound of that motherfucker cursing at us. "Abel, what are you going to do to him?" she wants to know, letting go of my hand.

I stare at Aurora with a dead look. "Just go upstairs, Aurora!" I spit, starting to open the door to the living room.

Aurora grabs my hand and squeezes it desperately, causing me to turn around and look at her. "Please, just make it quick, Abel," she says with pleading eyes. "Don't torture him."

I snatch my hand back angrily. "Don't torture him?" I echo in a bitter hiss. "Are you fucking kidding me, Rora? That's what the motherfucker's been doing to you for the past two years. Or have you forgotten?"

"Of course not!" Aurora snaps, eyes full of both anger and sadness as she glimpses down at her stomach. She rubs her temples and squeezes her eyes shut. "Just don't make him suffer."

My hands clench into fists and I grit my teeth, staring at her with so much anger. "It's what he deserves!" I spit before pushing the door open. I look back at her to find her looking at me with worried eyes. "Just go upstairs, Aurora."

I slam the door shut and wait until I hear Aurora going upstairs before I slip off my jacket and walk over to the motherfucker.

"Who the fuck are you?" he sneers. He starts smirking. "Oh, wait, are you the fucker that Aurora''s been fucking behind my back?"

I chuckle. "Used to fuck," i correct, walking to the table and picking up a knife to test if it's sharp enough.

"Used to?" Jesse asks with a disgusting smirk on his face. "Did you stop fucking her after realising how much of a whore that bitch is?"

His comment about Aurora makes me angry and punch him straight across the face, causing his head to whip back.

"Don't you dare fucking call her a whore, you bastard!" I sneer, punching him again across the eye this time and then again.

Jesse starts laughing hilariously, spitting out blood. "You love that bitch?" he questions, laughing. "She doesn't fucking love you. You know why? Because when she was fucking you, she still came back to me every night."

"Because she was scared!" I spit. "She told me she tried running away, but you found her and kept her locked up for a week like some kind of animal."

Jesse laughs bitterly. "That is what I did, isn't it?" he murmurs, looking as though he's fucking proud of it. He spits out some more blood. "I should've let her die." He pauses. "Actually I should've fucking killed the bitch my damn self. She was useless."